I don't get offended easily, but when I do it's hard for me to forgive and forget. I still find myself fuming every time I remember what a teacher said to me almost ten years ago, despite proving that he's wrong by passing the University Entrance Exam.
It only took one small comment to ruin my completely perfect mood and to send me into rage. I know it was an innocent remark, but I couldn't help feeling insulted. I was so mad--I'm still mad as a matter of fact--that I wanted to scream on top of my lungs. It's not in my character to openly say, "Hey, I don't like what you just said to me back then. It's offending, you know!" I only kept silent while fury was burning deep inside of me. United losing to Barca didn't help either; nothing good to distract me and keeps me euphoric for the next week or so.
This is what I want to say: SORRY FOR NOT HAVING OH-SO-INTERESTING LIFE LIKE YOU DO! SORRY FOR NOT HAVING SUCH COLORFUL BAND OF CONTACTS LIKE YOURS! SORRY FOR MY MUNDANE LIFE AND ITS LAME INHABITANTS! SORRY FOR MY BORING ACCOUNT THAT'S NOTHING IN COMPARISON TO YOUR REMARKABLE STORIES!
I'M SO BLOODY ANGRY I WANT TO SPILL THE MOST OBSCENE CURSES IN THE WHOLE WORLD SO THAT YOU'LL KNOW HOW INFURIATED I AM!
Whether it can help me exorcise this maddening anger, only time will tell. The end.
